Sandbox
When I was a child
We had little in means
So all my investments
Were in fantasy dreams.
A favorite of mine
Was told by my pap
Of a Sandman who came
Whenever you'd nap.
He came with a bag
And a mission, this guy
To put one piece of sand
In each sleeping eye.
So I made up a plan
And sly as a fox
Everyday upon waking
I went to my box.
I collected my sand
For a sandbox one day
And maybe a beach
To dig, build and play!
I worked hard at my sleep
And the Sandman was kind
He left me his tokens
For this Sandbox of mine.
Then one day I came home
To check on my stash
And it was all gone
I fell with a crash.
My grandma came running
To see if I died
And I asked if she knew
Where my Sandbox now lied?
She said with a grin
From one ear to the other
"I swept up your room
To help out your mother."
"I threw out that box
It looked empty to me.
Now dry up those tears
I made sand tart cookies."
So that's my sad tale
And I learned a big rule
Saving sand's a bad choice
So eat sand tarts, you fool!
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016
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